Batman: Mask of the Phantasm

This has been

a long time coming, fellas.

Three years on the plates alone.

But you'll find the product

worth the wait.

Go ahead. Take a good look, boys.

Jeez, Mr. Sol, I can't tell

the difference.

You'd need a neutron microscope.

Identical, to Ben Franklin's stubble.

I want half a mil a week laundered in

the casino. 3/4 mil by March.

Anybody got a problem with that?

The Bat!

Get him!

Chuckie Sol.

Batman!

How'd you get here?

Your Angel of Death awaits.

You ain't the Bat!

Who are you? What do you want?

I want you, Chuckie-boy.

This time I got you,

you lousy, stinking...

What...?!

- Look!

- Good Lord!

- What happened?

- Hey, look! It's Batman!

I'm telling you, it's vigilantism

at its deadliest.

How many times are we gonna let

Batman cross the line?

Councilman, you can't blame Batman

for what happened to Chuckie Sol.

Why not?

He's a loose cannon, commissioner.

It's not just my opinion. A lot of

people, including the police...

...think Batman's as unstable

as the crooks.

What kind of city are we running...

... - when we depend on the support

of a potential madman?!

Such rot, sir. Why, you're

the very model of sanity.

By the way, I pressed your tights and

put away your exploding gas balls.

Thank you, Alfred.

Might one inquire what this is?

A piece of windshield

from Chuckie Sol's car.

There's a chemical residue on it.

A dense, long-chain macromolecular

polymer. Adaptogenic, of course.

Of course.

I should be landing any minute.

- It'll be good to see you again.

- You too-

And don't worry about a thing. We'll

clear up these old family finances.

Don't forget...

...you've got a bigtime councilman

on your side.

I can't believe it's been 10 years.

Thinking of looking up some old friends?

Arthur, don't start that again.

He's ancient history.

That's encouraging. I'll see you soon.

Oh, come on, Bruce! All alone

in this big mansion...

Haven't you ever thought about marriage,

even once?

Never say the "M" word in front of

Bruce. It makes him nervous.

What about the "l" word?

The "l" word?

"Ingagement."

I'd watch out for Brucie

if I were you, girls.

He makes you think you're the only woman

he's ever been interested in.

And just when you're wondering where to

register the china...

...he forgets your phone number.

That's Bruce Wayne's style.

Bruce?

Excuse me.

Friend in need?

Councilman.

So how goes the Bat bashing?

Better than your love life.

You seem to pick them knowing there's no

chance for a serious relationship.

Since that one girl. What was her name?

Anne? Andi? Andrea?

Yes, Andrea Beaumont!

There was a sweet number.

How'd you let her get loose?

Thanks for the handkerchief, Arthur.

You know where you can stick it.

Andrea...

If Daddy gets any more protective,

he'll build a moat around my bedroom.

Times like this

I wish you were around to...

Excuse me. I thought you were

saying something. To me, I mean.

Know who that was?

Bruce Wayne. You know,

Wayne Enterprises?

I've seen him on campus. Very moody.

Cute, though.

- Yes?

- I heard my name. I thought...

- Who are you talking to?

- My mother.

Oh. I didn't mean to...

That's okay. We're done.

Mom doesn't have much to say today.

I'm not the only one

who talks to their loved ones.

I didn't say anything.

When I talk to her out loud,

I can imagine how she'd reply.

I can hear her, like she's right there.

I talked to my parents.

What did you say?

- I made a vow.

- What vow?

A secret one.

A man of mystery!

Have you kept your vow?

So far.

Andrea Beaumont.

Bruce Wayne.

I know. "The boy billionaire."

With all that money, why do you always

look like you want to jump off a cliff?

- Why should you care?

- I don't.

Mother was asking.

Let's step on it!

We ain't got all night.

Wait for me!

Coming through.

Okay, Skaz. We're done shopping.

All clear here.

Well, Bruce, here goes.

Let's blow this pop stand.

On your stomachs, arms spread!

Who's this clown?

You heard me!

Yeah, you heard him, boys.

You heard Mr. Kung Fu.

- I'm shaking.

- Say your prayers, sucker!

Yes...!

Excuse me.

Hey, Jonesey!

There!

I read about your anonymous exploits,

and I must say...

...are you sure you won't

reconsider rugby?

Sorry, Alfred, but the plan is working.

I had the edge. I could feel it!

There was only one thing wrong.

They weren't afraid of me.

I've got to strike fear in them.

Pardon, Master Bruce. We may want

to postpone the shoptalk.

I believe you have a visitor.

Hi! Hey, what happened to you?

Trip over some loose cash?

It's been 3 days since we met, and still

no calls. I figured you must be dead.

You expect every guy you meet

to call you?

The ones that are smart enough

to dial a phone.

- What is that?

- Jujitsu.

Gesundheit.

That was a joke.

Jujitsu is no joke.

It takes years to master.

Got a few moves of my own.

Miss Hovey's self-defense class

for girls.

Oh, he laughs!

Nice footwork. Can you dance too?

Pardon, sir, but Miss Bambi

is dancing on the piano.

Brucie! Where are you?

You guys wait here.

Whatever you say, Mr. Bronski.

They say the Bat iced this guy.

I know.

Chuckie, Chuckie...

You always were a loser.

Buzz...

Who's there?

Buzz Bronski.

Your Angel of Death awaits.

Get away, you freak!

Time to pay for your sins, Mr. Bronski.

All right, creep. Catch this!

What the...?

Jake! Dougan!

Boys!

Come on!

He was up here!

Boss! Boss!

Boys! Hurry!

You always were a loser, Mr. Bronski.

Farewell, Mr. Bronski!

Oh, man!

It's the Bat!

It's the stinking Bat!

Buzz!

What do you mean?

You have to go after him!

He didn't do it!

It's garbage, Mr. Reeves.

Batman does not kill. Period!

You want him, you get him.

I'll have no part of it.

Well, gentlemen?

Any ideas?

He's usually here by now.

There appears to be some chemical

residue on the lawn.

Could match the traces on the glass.

Not much,

but it's been that kind of day.

You'd think they could afford

a weed-eater.

Sorry, Mom, but the whole world's

going to seed.

You!

Bruce?

I'm having the banker cut through some

red tape. He can roll your money into...

...a higher-yield account.

Amount? What amount?

I said "account."

I'm sorry, I was just... reminiscing.

That's okay.

You must have a lot on your mind.

Monsieur?

Remember this place?

Sure. You, me and Daddy used to come

here all the time.

How is the old guy?

You're still close, aren't you?

Closer than ever.

I'm sorry he couldn't

make it into town, but...

...l've always wished I could have

some time alone with you.

Well, who knows what the future

might bring?

Welcome to the Gotham World's Fair,

a dream of the future-

A bright tomorrow filled with hope

and promise for all mankind-

This is a vision

of the shimmering utopia... -

... - where we shall all spend

the rest of our lives-

Do you think we'll really see

any of this in our lifetime?

Bruce, I'm talking to you.

Oh! I'm sorry, Andi.

- My mind was on something else.

- What?

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